Title: Beware the Creamed Corn
Author: DaenaBenjen42
Timeframe: ROTS (somewhat AU…)
Characters: Anakin, Padme, others…
Genre: romance/humor
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing. (May, or may not, return when done…)
Notes: I wanted to write a story with a food fight. This was what resulted.
~*~*~*~
They'd been laying in eachother's arms for hours when Anakin moved to get out of the bed and get dressed.
"Ani? Stay…" Padme mumbled sleepily behind him, her voice sounding like a beacon which he could not, would not resist.
Anakin turned back and smiled at her in the half-light. Then he sat back down on the bed. "I want to, Padme. I have to report in, but I want to stay here with you all through the day." He bent to kiss her soundly. "Sleep well, love…" She smiled tiredly up at him, then rolled over and was soon snoring softly again.
Anakin watched her for a minute more, savoring the sight and feeling of her, then sighed and returned to dressing himself. As badly as he wanted to stay here this morning, he knew that he couldn't…
~*~*~*~*~
He was entering the Jedi Temple cafeteria after attending the briefing, when a roll hit him in the head. Blinking in surprise, Anakin looked around to find various food items flying everywhere. Padawans and Initiates alike participating in an all-out food war. He squinted… was that a banana cream pie? "What in the name of the Force?"
Some salad came flying at him, and he ducked to let it miss him. It changed course, as if on it's own accord, and hit him anyway.
Grinning like a man who hadn't been allowed to be a boy in way, way too long, Anakin telekinetically grabbed the nearest food substance and flung it into the chaos.
When the creamed corn came flying back at him, he thought he saw Barriss Offee smirking back at him.
Shrugging, he joined the food fight in earnest.
~*~*~*~*~
It had been so worth the resulting lecture, he thought he'd slipped into the apartment that night. Yoda and Master Windu had called a halt to the food fight, and Yoda had proceeded to lecture everyone on wasting food in such an immature manner.
Padme was waiting for him in the common room, reading a datapad. When she noticed him, she set the pad down and joined him in the door way. "I'm glad you're home." Looking up at him, she frowned. "Why is there food in your hair, Anakin?"
He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, then looked at what he found. Corn? "Little altercation in the temple cafeteria… I thought I'd gotten all of it out…"
Padme stared at him, then genuinely laughed. Anakin, still looking at the corn in his hand, joined her in laughing.
He had to admit… it WAS funny…
fini